Prince of Tennis: A tennis legend that started from signing in

Chapter 47: Weak Bait, Atobe, the Wrath of the Ice King

however.

Regarding this result, Atobe Keigo's expression did not change at all.

It was as if this result had been anticipated.

"Little brother."

"Do you really think my aesthetic skills will prevent me from seeing your weaknesses?"

Say it.

Atobe Keigo took out a new tennis ball directly from his pocket.

After a few taps, he started serving the ball again.

boom!

call out!

In an instant.

The tennis ball shot out and headed straight for the blind spot on the right behind Beichuan.

"Atobe is really quite simple."

"From the beginning, I was confused by the weakness that Beichuan deliberately revealed."

Yukimura Seiichi, who witnessed all this, just chuckled.

"Yes."

"When returning the second ball just now, Beichuan's racket hand paused slightly."

"It's like there are constraints all over the arm."

"Therefore."

"Atobe will then perform 'Waltz Towards Destruction'."

"It's obvious that Atobe wants to magnify this issue infinitely."

Yanagi Renji, who was sitting beside them, looked at the two of them with a smile and said softly.

"One is sunny but has a dark heart, the other is narcissistic and stupid."

Genichirō Sanada, who was standing behind the two of them, gave this brief and concise evaluation.

"I think the former could use a little more vocabulary."

The two Kirihara Akayas who were sitting cross-legged on the deck raised their hands and said this in unison.

But after the words fell, it seemed as if no one heard them.

He continued to look at Kitagawa and Atobe Keigo with a smile.

"Niou-senpai!!!"

"Don't apparition into me, okay?"

Then the two of them started fighting again.

And at this moment.

The game between Kitagawa and Atobe Keigo also entered a stalemate.

The former keeps returning the ball, while the latter keeps targeting.

boom!

boom!

boom!

The tennis ball kept bouncing back and forth in the gradually cooling sea breeze.

Two figures moved quickly on the decks of two huge ships.

"Is this guy Atobe letting me win?"

"Why is the fight getting more intense?"

Hou Changtaro, who was standing nearby, asked in confusion.

To know.

Keigo Atobe is a person who can win the hearts of more than 200 members of the Hyotei Academy Tennis Club.

This is not just because of his natural noble temperament and innate charm.

And there is the strength that everyone has to affirm.

however.

Such a perfect existence was actually fighting with a 12-year-old first-year junior high school student.

Whether it is Keigo Atobe's strength or his personality, this is very incredible.

"Atobe probably wants to give that brat a hard time."

"Whether it's serving or returning, Atobe's balls are always aimed at the opponent's right hand."

"There's no doubt that the little brat's right hand is very likely injured."

Taki Oginosuke, who was lying on the railing, said with a slight chuckle.

"That's so lame!"

Shishido Ryo, who was wearing his hat backwards, snorted softly.

I don’t know who I’m talking about.

Just at this time.

Another sound of a tennis ball hitting the deck was heard.

Then the sound of a tennis ball falling into the sea followed.

"Valid ball!"

"Kitagawa-san scored."

"0-30!"

next moment.

Inoue Mamoru's voice also rang out.

The words fell.

A smile also appeared on the corner of Keigo Atobe's mouth opposite him.

The light in his eyes became sharper.

"Little brother."

"How long can your right hand hold out?"

"To be honest, I kind of regret coming here."

"Even though there were serious problems with his arm, he still persevered from beginning to end."

"That's really stupid!"

Hear the words.

"Oh?"

"Senior Atobe, are you seeing things?"

“Is there really something wrong with my right hand?”

Beichuan asked back with a sunny smile on his face.

At the same time, he also moved his right arm.

"Ok?"

All of a sudden.

Atobe Keigo on the opposite side frowned.

Because at this moment, in his eyes, there was no problem at all with Beichuan's right arm.

Instead, it seemed like something was wrong with my left arm at this moment.

"I see."

"Little brother, you are left-handed."

"There was a problem with my left hand, so I had to switch to my right hand."

Slowly lowering the fingers on the bridge of his nose, Atobe Keigo's brows gradually relaxed.

The smile on his face grew even wider.

It was as if nothing about Beichuan escaped his eyes.

"is it?"

But in the next moment.

The smile on Keigo Atobe's lips froze.

Because in his eyes, there was no problem at all with Beichuan's left hand.

This time it was the right leg.

"It seems that Atobe-senpai's eyesight is not very good."

Playing with the racket in his hand, Beichuan said with a smile.

The key is that he still limps with his right leg from time to time.

It's like telling Keigo Atobe openly that my old problem with my right leg has come back.

"Ha ha ha ha......"

All of a sudden.

The regular players from Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School were also amused by this scene.

"What a nasty little brother!"

Take a deep breath.

After realizing what was happening, Keigo Atobe immediately put away his smile, looked at Kitagawa expressionlessly, and spoke softly.

"So."

"Next, let me show you the consequences of angering the Ice Emperor!"

The moment he finished speaking.

Atobe Keigo threw the tennis ball in his hand directly into the air.

At this moment, he became completely serious.

There was a strange light flashing in his eyes.

If the previous Atobe Keigo seemed like a narcissistic and immature existence, then now he is the real Ice Emperor.

boom!

After a crisp crash sound was heard.

The tennis ball shot towards Beichuan with a huge amount of spin.

“Is it time to get back to the essence of tennis?”

With a burning gaze, Beichuan spoke softly.

Step on...

In the blink of an eye.

He moved quickly.

It's sizzling!

After a sound of friction between the soles of the shoes and the deck.

Beichuan stands in an open position with his body facing sideways to the gap.

When the ball bounces at the highest point, use your non-racket hand to guide and prepare for a backswing, with the racket hand elbow slightly bent to accumulate power.

boom!

The moment the ball touches the racket face.

Swing the racket in your hand diagonally upward from the front and bottom, using the rotational force of the wrist and forearm, combined with the rotation of the body, to pass the racket across the lower half of the ball, creating a strong topspin.

Topspin high ball!

This also started another stalemate between the two sides.

Basic tennis such as flat shots, topspin shots, slice shots, forehand and backhand shots, high-pressure shots, volleys, high-pressure volleys, drop shots, lobs, diagonal shots, etc. were played between the two players one after another.

No matter which side they are on, they seem to be getting braver and braver as the battle goes on.